Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.